Mistaken identity and other embarrassments

We saw her class tottering toward us, all festive in their gold and green and purple decorated masks. The pint-sized Nut stopped in front of Nene who was sitting on the ground snapping pix. “Hi Ne!” she yelled. Then the Nut kept winding along the parade route.

Ne came over all proud to show me the photos she’d taken of our daughter.

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When I was 3, my parents took me to California. There’s pictures of us at the beach and in one you can see me flying a kite. The only problem is that it’s not me. It was the other toddler at the beach with a mullet. Yep, it’s definitely a mistake anyone can make.

Oh, I laughed and laughed. You’re just gonna have to teach her to take her shirt off so she stands out.

At this point, you have to ask yourself the question…which is worse…being the parent that always forgets the camera or the parent that takes the pictures of the wrong kid.

I laughed so hard because I’ve been there done that. So, the second time around, I take pictures of all the kids. I print them all and let Jaley pick out who is who. I’ll admit, it’s the weenie way out!

Yo, Rachel, I have no idea why she calls me Nene. That’s all her, I swear. It’s been going on since she was barely a year old. Her teachers at daycare at the time have speculated that she was saying “Nicki” and it came out “Nene.” But it’s always stuck.